The birth of three gods

The sky above the Tower of Babel transformed into a battlefield of gods, inaccessible to mortals and beyond their comprehension.

Endless energy and Divinity were unleashed in space and time. Golden-red divine flames scorched the clouds, turning the clear sky into a molten gold color. The various Element formed from divine power were shattered into countless fireflies, which fell to the mortal world as heavenly fires that pierced the long night.

The entire world Order has been thrown into chaos here.

The sky was shaking, as if the master of the sky was struggling to wield its power, and his divine spear struck the Heaven-Reaching Tower, producing a resounding clang that shattered the clouds.

The power of the other gods also burned in the sky. The aftershocks of their annihilation of the Primordial Elf transformed into fierce gales, about to violently pour down on the earth. However, in a very short time, they were locked in the sky by Elf Queen Natiya who ruled the Tower of Babel, preventing the remaining power of the gods' slaughter from completely overwhelming the human world.

The God-King Luosi Karl witnessed all of this and scoffed at it.

"Foolish kindness!"

His attacks intensified, as if he saw an opportunity to breach the tower.

Elf Queen Natiya remained silent, leading the Primordial Elf and the Gods of Feiteluola in their attack, while simultaneously keeping the battle confined to the heavens.

To the gods, even their divine retinues are nothing more than mortal beings summoned at will; once they all die out, they are replaced with a new batch.

But to the Primordial Elf, the Elf below were all their descendants and kin.

The divine battle in the heavens continues.

The war on land also continued.

As soon as the orders of the two faction kings were given, the entire Feist Plain was transformed into a vast meat grinder.

The Dragon fell under a rain of arrows from the Elf Archery, Elf Knight was lifted into the sky by the claws of the Fetrola Divine Eagle, only to be slammed back down.

The Hunting Bear ' giant axes and javelins slammed into the Elf Warrior ' massive shields, but the spears that emerged from behind the shields riddled their bravery with holes.

The Felo People's ranks were shattered and routed by the Dwarf heavy cavalry, while the Elf mages, having just unleashed spells to kill the enemy, were ambushed by the venomous water spheres of Sharon Fish leaping from the river.

The Mountain Giant and Cloud Giant, their feet firmly planted on the ground, wielded tree branches and attacked each other, completely oblivious to their shared kinship as members of the Jia'en Giant Race.

Apart from a few Giant races such as the Mountain Giant, the bloodlines of the other Giant races have long since dissipated, transforming into loyalty to the gods.

On this vast, flat battlefield stretching for dozens of miles, the two sides fought fiercely, with both sides experiencing victories and defeats.

In just a few days, countless lives were lost, and a surge of life rose up from the earth—the last traces of mortals on earth.

With the emergence of these signs of life, a change was quietly taking place between heaven and earth.

Above the sky.

Within that eternally burning Sun, the figure with golden wings on its back finally became clear.

The boundless spiritual light has finally gathered enough power.

Under the influence of endless inspiration, she opened her pair of brilliant golden eyes, which seemed to burn with golden-red flames.

She was within this Sun, where boundless Sun God divinity coalesced into Divine Spark, and divine power emanated from her body.

Soon, a goddess with golden wings on her back, a white dress with golden patterns, a beautiful face, and a heroic demeanor emerged from the Sun, facing the vast world, and solemnly spoke.

"Twilight is behind me!"

Daybreak is before me!

"I will bring forth the light of day!"

"I am Waxilun, the Sun god!"

The Sun Goddess Waxilun was born; she was also a powerful Greater God.

However, the timing of her birth was not right; at that time, the Gods of Feiteluola and the Primordial Elf were still locked in a fierce battle on the Tower of Babel.

but.

The Sun Goddess had a hint of pride in her eyes. She glanced at the Gods of Feiteluola who were fighting, but did not approach them. Instead, she bowed respectfully to the heavens.

"Waxilun pays homage to the Supreme Creator, and thanks you for bestowing upon me the life of a god and the Authority of the Sun."

Her prayers did not receive a response from the Creator.

However, the goddess did not care. After respectfully performing the ritual, she looked up at another celestial body in the sky besides the Sun —the moon.

A smile played on her lips as she murmured to herself.

"My brother... no, my sister, it's about time you were born."

Like a prophecy.

As her whisper appeared.

Within that no longer perfect moon, a serene figure with flowing long hair solidified into a tangible form under the gathering of boundless spiritual light.

Her face became clearer, and a pair of silver-blue eyes slowly opened, exuding an endless aura of cool nobility.

The Divinity of the moon, beneath those beautiful eyes, rapidly coalesced into the Divine Spark of the Moon God goddess.

She emerged from the moon and arrived at the Starry Sky, transforming into a tall goddess draped in a light veil of the moon, with a thin veil over her face and long, slender legs.

She spoke in a cold voice.

"Twilight descends with me!"

"Silver light paves my way!"

"I set the order of the night!"

"I am Mosela, the Moon Goddess!"

Similarly, after her birth.

The Moon Goddess first paid homage to the Supreme heavens.

"Moon God Mosela pays homage to the Supreme Creator, thanking you for bestowing upon me divine life and the Authority of the moon."

Then, she didn't pay attention to the divine battle taking place above the Tower of Babel, but instead looked at Sun Goddess Waxilun who was already standing high in the sky before the Blazing Sun, and nodded indifferently.

"Sister Waxilun."

As a wise New God, she knew that, compared to the Sky God, the Earth God, and the two God of the Sea who had been born before them, the Sun Goddess and she, the Moon Goddess, were natural allies.

The Sun Goddess Waxilun heard her voice, smiled, and laughed back at her.

"Don't rush, we should have another brother to be born."

The Moon Goddess nodded, gazing at the deepest part of the night sky, hidden in the four directions of the Heavenly Land.

The endless nighttime inspirations, drawn by some Divinity light, converged like a sea.

As darkness swayed in all directions, boundless Divinity coalesced into a dark divine Divine Spark, Divine Spark then gathered boundless, hazy spirituality.

In an instant, a figure silently emerged from the darkness.

then.

This figure transformed into a handsome young man wearing a black robe, walked out of the long night, faced the vast world, faced the void in all directions, and slowly spoke.

"Let me retire with you in the daytime!"

"Eternal Night, tread beneath my feet!"

"I shall forge the shadows!"

"I am God of Night Moluosi!"

God of Night Moluosi, also showed no intention of interfering in the war Gods of Feiteluola and Elf Fethlora. He didn't even glance at them, but instead bowed to the heavens first.

"God of Night Moluosi, pays homage to the Supreme Creator, and thanks you for bestowing upon me divine life and the Authority of night."

After worshipping the Creator, the God of Night looked at the two goddesses who were already standing in the sky and smiled.

"Sister Waxilun, Sister Mosela... I'm so glad to be born with you."